Copy to clipboard I often find myself so drawn in by the ridiculousness of a movie and its car chases that the part of me that cares about physics, logic, and the very fabric of reality goes out the window and I allow myself two-plus hours of pure, high-octane joy. Movies like xXx, The Fast and the Furious, and their respective sequels do something to me that few movies can do: I abandon reason (and my troubles) and have a good time. And I just can't get enough. I know, these movies tend to bend the rules of reality more than they follow them, but I love them anyway. I mean, who cares about...